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Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 4 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
You glanced around, eyeing the men around you, distrusting eye’s making contact with theirs.
“ Full house.” Antonio eyed and placed his cars down.
“Ugh, Three of a kind….” Francis sighed.
“Hehe,” Gilbert moved his eyebrows up and down. “Four of a Kind…”
“Uh! No way!” Antonio cried and looked at the 4 Aces Gilbert placed on your dining room table.
“Looks like I von again!” Gilbert yelled happily.
“Not so fast mon ami, (Name) ‘as not yet put ‘er cards down and zhat smirk is saying somezhing.” Francis eyed you.
“As if she has somezhing zhat could beat zhing awesome me!” He said arrogantly.
“Oh really?” You began, arrogance taking over your voice, “Not even a Straight Flush?”
You placed your king, queen, jack, 10 and 9 of hearts down and smiled.
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 3
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 3 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
A week went by after the ‘accident’ and you had begun to worry now. Sure they could talk now…. But that was still….. weird. Garfield was a liar…. Talking cats were weird. Arthur would be back to check up on the 4 of you tomorrow, and hopefully he would have the reverse spell.
It was late now and you sat on your couch watching whatever program was on. One of the trio members would occasionally go “STOP! I like this movie.” Or “NO (NAME)! This show is great!”
You would just roll your (eye color) and wait until one of them playfully attacked the other and than would start channel surfing again.
“It’s getting late…. You should start to head bed chica. Its getting late.” Spain said and looked at you, green eyes looking into yours.
You glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight. “Hmmm…..” You nodded and c
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery
Grub!Karkat x Reader
…Karkat. Oh lord. I went to pick him up out of the basket by his cute wittle candy red grub body, only to have him bite the hell out of my finger. “HOLY SHIT OW GOD DAMN IT KARKAT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!” I screeched, sucking on the bitten finger while glaring right back at the little grub. His pure red eyes were kind of alarming though. I was about to punish him when I heard him sniffle. I sighed, dropped my hand, and gently massaged his head, being wary of his horns. When he started to purr, I carefully picked him up and held him to my chest, like you would a baby. I thought he might bite again, but he didn’t; he just snuggled up to me, while looking me directly in the eye. “Sleepy my little guy?” He squeaked, and began nibbling on my shirt. I silently giggled, and made my way to our bedroom. I slipped him into the slime after giving him a quick reminder to not ingest that crap,
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
as sweet as you: Secret punk!readerX2P!England“Ugh, the moment I get home she is dead!” you muttered angrily, while driving home.
You were just going out to get some groceries for whatever you would deem worthy as diner for that evening, but what you just heard had made you seriously consider spiking your sister's food.
Your parents were pretty much always away for work, so you had been the one raising your sister since your were about 15. in the beginning you denied any sort of responsibility, trying to somehow get your parents' attention back. You got your ears pierced and dyed your hair until it looked like you would have had to strangle a unicorn and take it's mane to get that hair-color, but they didn't even seem to mind.
Eventually you gave up and tried to be a good “parent” for your sister, who had grown impossibly introverted and considered her best friend a better sister than you. You often regretted your relationship, but whenever you told yourself you'd change you came face to face with her and y
F.A.C.E x Reader: Kirkland Family Reunion Pt 1
If you have yet read the first 3 F.A.C.E series please do before reading this fic. Thank you
You ran as fast as you could through the halls of the abandoned building. You heard footsteps getting louder. The coldness of the air was getting to you as you looked for a way out. You spotted a door as you ran for it but something or rather someone blocked your way.
“Hello, Poppet.” You saw the strawberry haired Britain with his bright blue eyes swirled with pink. He looked so much taller then you remembered. You started backing up when you heard the laughter of the redish brown haired American as he was holding his nail filled bat over his shoulder. You smelt the scent of cigarette smoke as you turned to see the sloppy Frenchman standing with the hockey stick wielding Canadian. They all looked taller then you remembered.
“Nowhere to go now.” Matt told you as the four started walking towards you closing the gaps for you to run. The laughter sunk in as the four
Throwing Punches (Thor x Reader One Shot)The punching bag swayed slightly as you battered it with a barrage of sloppy punches. You hadn’t spoken a word since the attack on New York, since you’d learned Coulson had died, and the Avengers were starting to worry. As a skilled tactician and a deadly martial artist, you’d been with the initiative from the start, a Shield agent paralleled only by Hawkeye and Black Widow.
You attacked the punching bag angrily and without proper form, ignoring the pain it caused your unwrapped wrists and fingers. There was only one person who could get through to you when you were like this and it just happened to be the very man you were grieving. Coulson had been the family you had never had, the friend you always wanted, and the mentor that you desperately needed.
The chains holding the bag up groaned as you landed a particularly forceful punch. You hated Fury for using his death as fuel for the fight. You hated Steve for not signing his trading cards before he died. You hated Lo
Eyeless Jack X Reader pt.1
You turned off your alarm and got up to see what was today, Friday. You looked at the time and it was 6 A.M. in the morning and you had about 2 hours before school started. You went straight to the restroom to take a shower and other morning routines before you went back to your room to change into a (f/c) shirt, black jeans, (f/c) converse, and your (f/c) headphones. You finished changing and looked at the time and it 6:45 A.M. so you went downstairs to eat breakfast. You ate cereal and once you finished eating, you went straight back up to your room. You grabbed your brush and brushed your hair before you straighten your hair. After that, you grabbed your binder, backpack and your phone and looked at the time, it was 7:15 A.M. and you decided to walk to school right now.
You left your house and started walking down the street until a boy yelled your name behind you. "(Y/n)! Wait up!"
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